Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Technova,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.